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Doodlebug

New(ish) mum Samantha Dooey-Miles is charting her life in doodles. In her last Doodlebug, she lists the things she’s had to bid farewell to.

Here it is dear reader, the final Doodlebug. The 33rd Doodlebug to be precise. A number which seems incredible given my certainty each week I’d run out of material.

In the previous 32 instalments I’ve covered: how people are weird about breastfeeding, my love of leggings and of my daughter’s cheese dance, my intense dislike of my nursery enemy – I could go on (and by now you know that it is true) but I won’t.

No matter what the subject of that week’s column, the core of Doodlebug remained the same as it was when I started publishing my doodles on my blog, A New Essex Girl: me navigating life as a new(ish) mum.

The odd, miserable ‘what the hell have I done?’ days aside, motherhood has been great. I feel love for my daughter in quantities I did not know were possible. Every day I experience true joy that I’ve created a family with the handsome man I married.

This happiness comes at a cost and I’ve had to say goodbye to a variety of things I felt just as passionately about in my old pre-child life. For instance I’ve said:

• Bye-bye breasts I used to know. Your pert glory has been snatched away too soon.
• Ta-ta being able to do things impromptu. Quick drink after work, how I miss you.
• See you later Sunday morning lie-ins. And by ‘later’, I reckon about 12 years.
• Au revoir peeing in privacy!

Now there’s a new one to add to the list. On a scale of sad goodbyes, Standard Issue closing is sadder than my boobs deteriorating, but not as painful as never sleeping past 8am until the year 2029.

I will miss you all on a Friday tweeting me brilliant, funny stuff about your own lives. Thank you to everyone who has read Doodlebug. So long, Standard Issue!

See Samantha’s other doodles here.

@anewessexgirl

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Written by Samantha Dooey-Miles

Sam is a first-time mum doodling and blogging her way through teething, nappies and the constant struggle of never quite being sure whether she lives in Essex or London. Find her blog at anewessexgirl.com.